Hello, New York.

No, dear readers, I haven't been cheating on you. I've just been a little... busy. The rumors are true; I am moving to Brooklyn in a few weeks-- the return of the prodigal daughter, so to speak.

So yes, I have had things other than food and drinks on my mind in the last few weeks, which is why this blog has been a little sparse. Actually, no, that's not true at all. Even as I am running around, finding an apartment, selling my possessions, and finding the right walker for a dog with very sophisticated tastes, food and drinks have always been on my mind. They are always if not at the forefront of my thoughts, right behind the forefront... whatever that's called.

Case in point: After a whirlwind day of seeing 11 apartments with 3 brokers (including one very scary run-in with what was either a homeless man residing in the hallway, or the building's 500 pound, shirtless Superintendent), I celebrated at the fantastic Clover Club on Smith St. with a Rose Garden Royale. I can't wait to become a regular at this slightly pretentious but seriously impressive Pre-Prohibition bar. I have already started wearing one of those arm bands to keep my sleeves up, so that the Bartenders know I'm legit.

So, dear readers, get ready for Bella/Bello 2.0.   Brooklyn...where the duck fat runs freely and the knishes are free range; where food politics get heated, but sadly, hot dog buns do not. Who needs Manhattan? The BK has a whole bourough of food to love.

Cheers.